Chapter 530 The Attack Worsens

It wasn't until Molly saw the "Information Desk" sign that she suddenly understood why no one paid attention to them. The discovery was a relief, as at least she now knew where to go for help.

The receptionist behind the desk was a slightly fat blond witch. It's her turn to work the night shift again today, and she has to submit tonight's shift report tomorrow afternoon. When she thought of this, she felt unprecedented pressure and irritation, and even her face didn't look good.

The wall behind her was covered with various notices and notes, as well as a large portrait of a witch with silver curly hair.

Delise Derwent, Healer of St. Mungo's (1722-1741), Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (1741-1768).

Delise looked at Molly and her group, silently counting their numbers. Then she winked at them, stepped out of the frame from the side and disappeared.

There is no doubt that Delise accepted Dumbledore's instructions and came to them specifically. Now that Harry and the Weasleys had arrived safely, she could go back and report.

Finally, Molly made it to the front of the line and stood in front of the impatient receptionist.

"Hello, my husband Arthur, Arthur Weasley was sent by the Ministry of Magic tonight..." Molly said anxiously.

"Arthur Weasley?" The witch slowly flipped through the long list in her hand and finally found the patient's information: "Oh, he is being treated on the second floor. You need to wait a little longer."

Molly breathed a sigh of relief. Although the information she received was brief, it at least confirmed Arthur's location and status.

"We need to wait a little longer..." She thought of the receptionist's words and immediately felt new anxiety.

Molly held her hand nervously and asked hurriedly: "Is he not out of danger yet?"

The receptionist shook his head and said in a cold tone: "You should ask Weasley's therapist about this. The list in my hand is not your husband's medical record."

The witch then motioned for her to stand to the side and not block the people behind her.

Molly still refused to give up and smiled in embarrassment: "Miss, can you tell me who my husband's therapist is?"

"Madam, I can check it after the therapist completes the treatment and comes out of the ward." The receptionist replied impatiently.

When Sirius heard the receptionist's perfunctory answer, he finally couldn't bear it anymore. He rushed up and slammed the table: "Hey, what's your attitude!"

"You can complain if you have any objections." The receptionist pointed to the wooden box on the wall expressionlessly, and then turned to the next wizard with horns on his head: "Fifth floor, next."

Molly quickly grabbed the excited Sirius, and the group decided to wait on a bench nearby.

"It's never been like this before." Sirius couldn't help complaining, "When I was a kid, I used magic to hurt myself. I always went directly to the ward upstairs. I never heard that you have to wait for the therapist to come out before you can know the other person's condition. name……"

Moody slapped him to stop talking.

"What's wrong?" Blake asked with a frown, confusion and a little dissatisfaction in his tone: "Did I say something wrong? Moody, since you know the reason, why don't you make it clear. This is not like your style!"

Tonks pinched her randomly deformed nose, and her voice was so soft that it was almost swallowed up by the noise of the hospital: "This is all Garen's fault."

"But we also have galleons..." Harry couldn't help but mutter in a low voice, confusion written on his young face.

"10, or 100?" The wizard sitting next to him couldn't help but interjected.

His right foot was like a balloon, slowly deflating and returning to its normal size.

"Young man, you have to know that St. Mungo's Hospital of Magic needs substantial and ongoing donations to keep them running."

He scratched the itchy soles of his feet and looked at Sirius meaningfully: "You were able to enter the ward directly before, so your family must not be simple, right? I bet your family donates generously to the hospital every year, so that you can enjoy it. Such thoughtful special care service.”

"There is nothing we can do about it. We all rely on the treatment fees of ordinary patients. St. Mungo's has closed down long ago..."

When Sirius heard this, his expression changed slightly. He turned his head silently, obviously unwilling to continue this topic.

Just as they were anxiously waiting for the results of Arthur's treatment, Percy's figure suddenly appeared at the top of the stairs. He didn't stop and walked quickly towards Molly: "Arthur...Dad has been rescued, mainly because of excessive blood loss."

This sentence was like a shot in the arm, instantly dispelling the gloom that enveloped everyone's minds.

"His attending physician is Hippocrates," he said with a hint of exhaustion in his tone, obviously not resting all night.

"Tomorrow morning, Arthur will turn to the second door on the right on the second floor, Dai Llewellyn's ward." As he said, he took out a piece of paper from his pocket, carefully wrote down the information, and handed it to Mo Korea.

"Percy..." Molly took the paper tremblingly, her voice choked.

The big stone that had been weighing on her heart for a long time finally fell to the ground, and she felt a wave of relief. And Percy had almost arranged everything, so she didn't have to look at the face of the lady at the reception desk.

"Mom, don't worry, everything will be fine." Percy comforted gently, and his eyes immediately glanced at his brothers.

"However, Arthur's wound is difficult to heal. Hippocrates said that he needs to take blood replenishing medicine every hour." He shook his head helplessly and secretly put his wallet into Molly's hand: "Mom , I still have to go back to the ministry.”

The prices of medicinal materials in the magical world have skyrocketed recently, and Mo Li's savings from frugal living alone may not be able to sustain her until dawn. Fortunately, Arthur was attacked at the Ministry of Magic, and the Financial Secretary borne the main cost of treatment. Otherwise, the Weasley family's situation will only become more embarrassing.

Fred stared at Percy's back and couldn't help but curse in a low voice: "He only serves the minister with tea and water. He is really heartless..."

Before he finished speaking, Molly's palm fell heavily on the back of his head. Although George and Ron were also holding back their resentments, under their mother's stern gaze, they had no choice but to shut their mouths angrily.

"Hey, boys, you are still too young." The wizard next to him raised his calf and touched his newly recovered right foot in surprise. With a joyful smile on his face, he quickly put on his shoes and stood up to see if he could walk.

"That's great." He sighed and couldn't help but jump a few times, as excited as a child.

"Without your big brother, you have to wait until tomorrow to know the result." He turned around and said in a deliberately long tone: "This is a very long ordeal."

"No, brother." George immediately retorted, his face full of dissatisfaction.

"Not the second brother either." Fred interrupted immediately and shouted angrily: "We are not afraid of waiting."

"Okay." The wizard shook his head and chuckled, throwing away the crutch in his hand.

He spread his hands to the twins with an innocent expression on his face: "Boys, maybe I'm wrong."

"But, madam." He looked at Molly and kindly reminded: "Your sons seem to be really difficult to deal with. This is a headache!"

"When they divide the family property, tsk tsk..." As he said this, he couldn't help but make a strange noise, as if he had foreseen the disputes in the future.

However, after noticing the unkind looks cast by Harry and others, the wizard wisely closed his mouth.

He cleared his throat, put on an affable smile, and bid farewell to the stranger with good wishes: "Madam, I wish you good luck. May Merlin bless your family with eternal harmony and good health."

"Same for you, sir." Molly frowned, not taking the other person's words too seriously.

In her loving eyes, this was just an ordinary fight and anger among children. She believed that these small frictions would not cause any big problems. After all, in the Weasley family, love is the eternal bond.

But she failed to realize that this was a deep-seated value difference between Percy and the other brothers. Even if they are also concerned about their family members, it will lead to mutual estrangement and even hatred.

In a way, this hidden rift was more serious than any quarrel on the surface. It's like a time bomb that could explode within the Weasley family at any time. After all, heretics are far more evil than heretics.

Molly followed the address provided by Percy and came to Dai Lleileen's ward on the second floor. "Severe Bite" is prominently written on the door, and a handwritten card is embedded in the copper frame below. The handwriting is neat but there is a sense of urgency.

"What, I thought Percy had become a big shot!" Fred suddenly said, his tone full of yin and yang: "If I had seen this ward before, I would have guessed that Dad would be transferred here. ”

George next to him nodded in agreement. He pointed to the handwritten card and echoed: "That's right. In addition to the main therapist, I even know the name of the intern therapist. Look, Augustus Pye."

"Does Percy think he is the only one who can read?" the twins said in unison, crossing their arms on their chests, looking quite proud.

"Shh!" Tonks put her index finger in front of her lips, sternly reminding them to stay quiet.

Molly paid no attention to the misbehaving children; her heart was entirely focused on her husband. She pressed against the door and anxiously looked inside through the small window on the door.

"There are only two patients inside, and Arthur hasn't been sent here yet." Mad-Eye's magic eyes were moving like a sophisticated scanner, telling her the situation in the ward.

After hearing this, Molly took a deep breath, as if she had sucked all her worries into her lungs. She slowly loosened her grip on the door frame and decided to wait for him at the door.

Suddenly, a hospital bed slid silently from the corner of the corridor, breaking the heavy silence.

Trainee therapist Pai followed closely behind, holding a thick medical record book under his arm and several bottles of shimmering blood tonics in his hands.

Molly recognized the familiar fiery red hair at a glance, and her heart skipped a beat. She could no longer suppress her worries and longings, and rushed over desperately, her voice trembling with excitement: "Arthur...Arthur..."

Ginny looked at her father's pale face and couldn't help but sob.

"Are they the patient's family members?" Pai raised his head and looked at the crowd that suddenly gathered around him, frowning slightly.

He lowered his voice with a professional calmness and a hint of severity that could not be ignored: "Please note that the patient was severely bitten and suffered excessive blood loss. In addition, there are still snake venom residues in his body. He is now in an extremely weak state. You'd better not disturb his rest."

When everyone heard this, awkward and apologetic smiles instantly appeared on their faces. They quickly stepped back to make way for the hospital bed and the therapist.

Pai gently pushed open the ward door and gently placed Arthur on the innermost bed.

"This is blood-replenishing medicine." He turned around and walked out of the ward, handing the medicine into Molly's trembling hands.

Fatigue surged onto his face, and Pai couldn't help yawning, but still dutifully instructed: "When he wakes up tomorrow morning, please strictly follow the frequency of taking one bottle every hour. This is crucial to his recovery."

Molly was overjoyed and carefully put away the potion. Tears of gratitude flashed in her eyes, and she nodded to the doctor repeatedly. As if promising the other party that she would make Arthur strictly follow the doctor's orders.

"As for those toxins..." Pai paused and carefully considered the wording.

"Let's put it this way, the venomous snake that bit him is very uncommon." There was a hint of uncertainty in his tone, "and the venom remaining in his body is likely to affect the soul."

This sentence was like a boulder, hitting everyone's heart heavily, and Harry's guilt became even heavier.

Molly took a breath and her face turned pale in an instant. Fred and George exchanged a worried look, and their usual mischievousness was completely gone at this moment. Ginny got into Tonks' arms and cried softly.

"Affect the soul?" Molly forced herself to remain calm, with a resolute light flashing in her eyes. "Mr. Pye, what does this mean?"

"It's hard to explain." Pye's expression was still solemn, and his words were still very cautious: "It may cause the patient to hallucinate, lose certain perceptions, and even affect memory."

Seeing the fear on Molly's face, Pye quickly added: "But please don't worry too much. Doctor Hippocrates has controlled the spread of the poison. As long as the patient's emotions remain stable, everything can be saved."

"In addition, I suggest that you contact the Ministry of Magic to find out what kind of snake bit him. Only in this way can we develop a suitable treatment plan." He swallowed the rest of the words to prevent the witch in front of him from suddenly falling down due to the pressure.

Harry lowered his head involuntarily when he heard this. He closed his eyes and tried to recall his dream. In that vague and terrible dream, he saw that he bit Arthur, but he couldn't see what he looked like at the time.

"I bit him, and I even wanted to attack Professor Dumbledore!" This thought echoed in Harry's mind, making him feel fear and guilt.

Molly held back her tears and tried to force out a smile: "Children, we have to believe in your father. He is a strong man and will definitely get through this difficult time."

"Harry, this is not your fault." She noticed Harry's low mood, patted his shoulder and said: "If it weren't for you, Arthur might..."

"Strange, Nagini has been taken away by me, how come he was still bitten by a snake?" Roger frowned as he looked at the morning newspaper.

Draco searched the hall carefully and found that the Gryffindors he hated the most were not there. Even the little girl named Ginny didn't come to breakfast.

His eyes flashed with a gloating light, and he said sarcastically: "Wow, are all the Weasley children expelled? And Harry Potter, hahaha..."

Roger coughed, reminding him to be quiet and not interrupt his thinking.

"Draco, they might have gone to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Magic." Someone pointed at the newspaper and reminded softly.

"Ah?" Draco's smile froze on his face, and he sat back unwillingly with gritted teeth. A trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes. He obviously felt sorry that he couldn't continue to laugh.

He also knew that his idea would never come true. But saying it in public would make him feel good for a while.

He looked at Roger, who was frowning and thinking, and asked curiously: "Are you wondering why they left school?"

"The Daily Prophet has reported it." Roger shook his head and stuffed the newspaper to him, "I don't know where Rita and the newspaper are hiding, but they are surprisingly well-informed. I guarantee that she knew the news that the Ministry of Magic staff were attacked by unknown creatures at the first time."